HI, HI, HI! I have finally updated! Sorry about not updating for a long
time. ^^' Oh yeah- and
Bakura: *chained up with a red ribbon round his neck* O.O
Like I said, who ever review first gets Bakura until I update next time. *evil cackle*
The first reviewer was.
*drum roll*
Sk8tErGuRl2 !!!!
You get Bakura ^^ * cough* you may touch, poke, hit, smack, taunt, giggle, feed, joke and ANNOY. You can defiantly annoy ^^ hee hee BUT NOT HURT OR KILL OR POSION HIM! Well, maybe hurt a bit ^^
Bakura: O.O *sobs*
¬_¬ You do deserve it.
Bakura: I'M HAVING FUN WITH MY AIBOU! GET THIS FRIGGEN RIBBON OFF ME.
Hee hee ^^'
Oh yeah.
Kotori Susayski OWES ME SUAGR! *insane laughter*
Ryou: O.O
Bakura: O.O
This chapter is for Smackers as well *sweat drops* she has been begging me to update. Lol
~*~
My legs were aching as my bag began to fill in with books and homework. What was the point? Home work gave students stress! People who have a good reputation have it ruined because they forgot a stupid piece of homework. Stupid school, with their smirking teachers, how I do hate them all.
The blue couch was in the living room and collapsed on top of it in instinct. Tired groans echoed from the soft yet old couch, but I didn't care. I had more important things to worry about in my life.
Gazing around, I saw my Cat licking herself on the floor. My hand reached out to pet her, but was immediately regretting that action. With a hiss, her claws dug into my hand. WHAT was HER problem? Great, now the cat even hated me.
"I'm home"
Oh, that was Mum! Rushing out of the living room, I went to the kitchen.
"Mum, what is with our cat-", but before I could even continue, she murmured 'that's nice honey' and started unpacking the bags of food. Even though I tried to HELP, she would tisk and shoves my hands away. Fine, I won't help. Miserable bitch.
Hey, where was that cat anyway?
Looking around, I saw no sign of it. It was up to something. I just know it! Then I looked down at my feet. IT WAS CHEWING ON MY FEET!
"Ryou, don't kick the cat in the laundry basket!"
Why not?! The bloody cat bit my foot after all. Who got that cat anyway? I don't recall myself asking for a cat on Christmas or My birthday, OR Halloween.
Why did this ring a bell?
Thinking, I looked at the kitchen window, to see the words "HAVE A SCARY HALLOWEEN". But the letters were the wrong way round, I had to squint for a couple of minutes.
Halloween, the day I love and the day I'll never get fed up with. I remember the day when my Dad brought me trick-oh-treating with the other children. I was dressed up as a neko vampire. It was odd, but funny.
I glanced at my cat that was laying in the knocked over laundry pile. With a small lick on its nose, the cat walked off, bushy tail high in the air. Stupid cat.But I still loved that cat, even though it has a habit in chewing my foot.
Halloween was in three days! I was too old to go trick or treating but I still loved that scary night. The way it's always cold, the way stories are tolled and shivers run down my back. Children dressed up as ghosts or killers. Halloween was more than dressing up, it was the day I felt alive, the day my parents actually cared for me and the day my friends took notice of me.
My eyes glanced at the mirror in the hallway and I nearly fell over with shock. Bakura was staring at me in my reflection, a knowing smirk plastered on his pale face. He was up to something. My heart was pounding as I stood up straight and stared back.
He barked with a cruel laugh.
"Trying to be brave my dear Ryou? It doesn't suit you. Maybe that's why no one takes notice of you no more."
A shiver ran down my back.
"You're parents don't love you," he sneered, his eyes narrowing at me.
My fists clenched tightly.
"Not even the cat likes you," he chuckled nastily.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled and did the most unlikely thing I have ever done. Fist high in the air, I smashed the mirror. It shattered into silver sparkles, decorating the creamy white floor below.
A yelp was heard in the kitchen and my Mum ran out, her eyes staring at the floor than to me. I stared back, my breathing in deep rags. How dare he talk to me like that? I was a person with human rights, he had no right. He was not a higher class than me.
"Ryou, what was that about? Why was you yelling?" my mum shouted, her face slightly red from anger. I looked down, not able to look her in the eye. What was I suppose to say? 'Oh mum, the spirit in the mirror made me do it'. If I said that, I was sure to be at a mental problem camp. Was there such a place?
My eyes settled to my fist. The same crimson liquid dripped down my finger tips onto the creamy carpet, Dark red blood, dripping here and there. Wasn't the carpet becoming a work of art here? I could almost feel the tips of my lips prickle up into a smile at that thought. Mum thought different.
"Go to you're room! What is with you?! Smashing my mirror, not answering me and ruining my beautiful carpet!?"
My blood was boiling. So she cared more about her carpet than me? I must have had an angry face on, my mum blinked and took a step back. Why? Maybe because it's unusual for me to get angry and I am taller than her. It was sort of satisfying to see her slightly scared.
"So you care about that sickening yellow carpet more then?" I heard myself hiss, my voice was laced with anger and some sort of menace. It was hard for me to believe that was MY voice.
"R-Ryou, go to you're room NOW!" she yelled with a slight stutter. I glared, my face was set into a deep scowl and I picked up my school bag. Why should I go to my bedroom and hear her constant bitchy lectures? With a swoosh of my bag, I walked out of the door to outside. I could hear her shouting after me, but I didn't listen.
My vision was set in a mist of fog. My anger was flaring like an out of control flame. How dare her and my own mother!
Tolled you that you're parents don't love you Ryou
I scowled as I walked faster down the street. People were wondering around the shops. It was pretty crowded to tell the truth. Glancing around, I saw a small boy beaming, holding his Mum and Dad's hand. A hurtful pang splintered in my chest.
"Can we have ice cream?" giggled the boy with his brown spiky hair.
"Not until we get you a Halloween costume!" laughed the Dad. I couldn't watch this no more. Instead of my fast walk, I took a run for it. My legs were still aching, my vision almost blinded with tears. This sucked. Every one DID hate me.
Halting around the corner, I made sure that no one was watching before wiping away the cold tears. My mobile rang its usual cheerful ring tone.I really needed to change that blasted thing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey R-Ryou, Its Yugi. I was hoping for you to come to my Halloween Party. Make sure to dress up into something scary!"
~*~
WHAT DO YOU THINK? HAVE I LOST MY TOUCH?!
*hands Bakura to the winner*
Bakura: NO! HELP ME DEAR GOD! HELP! HELP!
Hee hee.do as you please to Bakura. *insane laughter*
Ryou: *sleeping *
-_-
Bakura: *chained up with a red ribbon round his neck* O.O
Like I said, who ever review first gets Bakura until I update next time. *evil cackle*
The first reviewer was.
*drum roll*
Sk8tErGuRl2 !!!!
You get Bakura ^^ * cough* you may touch, poke, hit, smack, taunt, giggle, feed, joke and ANNOY. You can defiantly annoy ^^ hee hee BUT NOT HURT OR KILL OR POSION HIM! Well, maybe hurt a bit ^^
Bakura: O.O *sobs*
¬_¬ You do deserve it.
Bakura: I'M HAVING FUN WITH MY AIBOU! GET THIS FRIGGEN RIBBON OFF ME.
Hee hee ^^'
Oh yeah.
Kotori Susayski OWES ME SUAGR! *insane laughter*
Ryou: O.O
Bakura: O.O
This chapter is for Smackers as well *sweat drops* she has been begging me to update. Lol
~*~
My legs were aching as my bag began to fill in with books and homework. What was the point? Home work gave students stress! People who have a good reputation have it ruined because they forgot a stupid piece of homework. Stupid school, with their smirking teachers, how I do hate them all.
The blue couch was in the living room and collapsed on top of it in instinct. Tired groans echoed from the soft yet old couch, but I didn't care. I had more important things to worry about in my life.
Gazing around, I saw my Cat licking herself on the floor. My hand reached out to pet her, but was immediately regretting that action. With a hiss, her claws dug into my hand. WHAT was HER problem? Great, now the cat even hated me.
"I'm home"
Oh, that was Mum! Rushing out of the living room, I went to the kitchen.
"Mum, what is with our cat-", but before I could even continue, she murmured 'that's nice honey' and started unpacking the bags of food. Even though I tried to HELP, she would tisk and shoves my hands away. Fine, I won't help. Miserable bitch.
Hey, where was that cat anyway?
Looking around, I saw no sign of it. It was up to something. I just know it! Then I looked down at my feet. IT WAS CHEWING ON MY FEET!
"Ryou, don't kick the cat in the laundry basket!"
Why not?! The bloody cat bit my foot after all. Who got that cat anyway? I don't recall myself asking for a cat on Christmas or My birthday, OR Halloween.
Why did this ring a bell?
Thinking, I looked at the kitchen window, to see the words "HAVE A SCARY HALLOWEEN". But the letters were the wrong way round, I had to squint for a couple of minutes.
Halloween, the day I love and the day I'll never get fed up with. I remember the day when my Dad brought me trick-oh-treating with the other children. I was dressed up as a neko vampire. It was odd, but funny.
I glanced at my cat that was laying in the knocked over laundry pile. With a small lick on its nose, the cat walked off, bushy tail high in the air. Stupid cat.But I still loved that cat, even though it has a habit in chewing my foot.
Halloween was in three days! I was too old to go trick or treating but I still loved that scary night. The way it's always cold, the way stories are tolled and shivers run down my back. Children dressed up as ghosts or killers. Halloween was more than dressing up, it was the day I felt alive, the day my parents actually cared for me and the day my friends took notice of me.
My eyes glanced at the mirror in the hallway and I nearly fell over with shock. Bakura was staring at me in my reflection, a knowing smirk plastered on his pale face. He was up to something. My heart was pounding as I stood up straight and stared back.
He barked with a cruel laugh.
"Trying to be brave my dear Ryou? It doesn't suit you. Maybe that's why no one takes notice of you no more."
A shiver ran down my back.
"You're parents don't love you," he sneered, his eyes narrowing at me.
My fists clenched tightly.
"Not even the cat likes you," he chuckled nastily.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled and did the most unlikely thing I have ever done. Fist high in the air, I smashed the mirror. It shattered into silver sparkles, decorating the creamy white floor below.
A yelp was heard in the kitchen and my Mum ran out, her eyes staring at the floor than to me. I stared back, my breathing in deep rags. How dare he talk to me like that? I was a person with human rights, he had no right. He was not a higher class than me.
"Ryou, what was that about? Why was you yelling?" my mum shouted, her face slightly red from anger. I looked down, not able to look her in the eye. What was I suppose to say? 'Oh mum, the spirit in the mirror made me do it'. If I said that, I was sure to be at a mental problem camp. Was there such a place?
My eyes settled to my fist. The same crimson liquid dripped down my finger tips onto the creamy carpet, Dark red blood, dripping here and there. Wasn't the carpet becoming a work of art here? I could almost feel the tips of my lips prickle up into a smile at that thought. Mum thought different.
"Go to you're room! What is with you?! Smashing my mirror, not answering me and ruining my beautiful carpet!?"
My blood was boiling. So she cared more about her carpet than me? I must have had an angry face on, my mum blinked and took a step back. Why? Maybe because it's unusual for me to get angry and I am taller than her. It was sort of satisfying to see her slightly scared.
"So you care about that sickening yellow carpet more then?" I heard myself hiss, my voice was laced with anger and some sort of menace. It was hard for me to believe that was MY voice.
"R-Ryou, go to you're room NOW!" she yelled with a slight stutter. I glared, my face was set into a deep scowl and I picked up my school bag. Why should I go to my bedroom and hear her constant bitchy lectures? With a swoosh of my bag, I walked out of the door to outside. I could hear her shouting after me, but I didn't listen.
My vision was set in a mist of fog. My anger was flaring like an out of control flame. How dare her and my own mother!
Tolled you that you're parents don't love you Ryou
I scowled as I walked faster down the street. People were wondering around the shops. It was pretty crowded to tell the truth. Glancing around, I saw a small boy beaming, holding his Mum and Dad's hand. A hurtful pang splintered in my chest.
"Can we have ice cream?" giggled the boy with his brown spiky hair.
"Not until we get you a Halloween costume!" laughed the Dad. I couldn't watch this no more. Instead of my fast walk, I took a run for it. My legs were still aching, my vision almost blinded with tears. This sucked. Every one DID hate me.
Halting around the corner, I made sure that no one was watching before wiping away the cold tears. My mobile rang its usual cheerful ring tone.I really needed to change that blasted thing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey R-Ryou, Its Yugi. I was hoping for you to come to my Halloween Party. Make sure to dress up into something scary!"
~*~
WHAT DO YOU THINK? HAVE I LOST MY TOUCH?!
*hands Bakura to the winner*
Bakura: NO! HELP ME DEAR GOD! HELP! HELP!
Hee hee.do as you please to Bakura. *insane laughter*
Ryou: *sleeping *
-_-